Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Swoon Thursday (32)

"From the book you are currently reading, or one you just finished, tell us what made you SWOON. What got your heart pounding, your skin tingling, and your stomach fluttering. Try to make the Swoon 140 characters so you can tweet it. Add the #YABOUND hashtag when you tweet."

It took one life shattering moment, for her to realize, her EX is not the man she believed him to be. Returning home to Los Angeles was never going to be easy for Ava. Her heart has been shattered to smithereens and she’s convinced it’ll never heal. Or, so she thought.

Enter Jasper White.

Unbeknown to Ava, Jasper White will change her life forever.

The attraction is instantaneous which troubles Ava, who has sworn off men indefinitely. But, she is finding resisting Jasper, with his tousled bedroom hair and piercing cerulean eyes, harder than she ever imagined. And that’s because Jasper knows what he wants, and he wants Ava.

But, can Ava surrender to her feelings for the one man who compels her to love again? Because, what happens if love does not triumph all? What happens if love isn’t enough?

What Made Me Swoon:

"Jasper breaks our tumble by falling onto his back with me lying on top of his chest. Both our chests are rising with the adrenalin of our chase but as my mind comprehends the position we are in, I am breathing uneasy for another reason. His entire body is pressed against mine. He gazes at me with a half smile, his dimples on show. I am so aware of how close we are and I can't move. My cheeks suddenly heat and my heart begins to beat madly as I am aware of what Jasper wants. I can feel the heat of his skin against mine and I gasp at the contact. His smile disappears and he looks at me with such intensity the butterfly's in my stomach begin to flutter uncontrollably. He reaches up to brush a runaway hair from my face, his fingers passing gently over my cheek while I involuntarily liquify. I stare into those cerulean depths and I feel it. That tickle you usually feel in your belly right before something big is about to happen. I surrender, he whispers huskily, his fingers lingering on my cheek. Why do I feel there is a hidden message behind those two little words?" (ARC, 108)